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katikatTitle: Five Times the Winchesters Were Priests
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katikat
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the CW and Eric Kripke
Genre: Gen, 5 AU drabbles
Words: 500
Characters: Sam, Dean, John, Mary
Warning: Angst, AU
Notes: This story is beta'ed by my lovely Tai! Thank you, dearest :)
Notes2: These drabbles are not interconnected.
1. The one where John is the priest...
"Dean…" John whispers.
"No!" Dean yells. "You left us! We were kids - Sam wasn’t even two! And you just dropped us off at some uncle’s house and then you ran off to search for your… God," he spits out, eyeing John Winchester’s black garb and white collar with distaste bordering on hate.
John reaches out, desperate. "Dean, please, let me…"
Dean steps back. "What? Make it up to us?" His voice grows cold. "We don’t need you, Father John. Not anymore. Get out and never bother us again!"
The door slams shut with a finality that breaks the older man’s heart.
---
2. The one where Sam is the priest...
"Are you sure about this, Sammy?" Dean asks, frowning. "Priesthood?"
Sam smiles slightly. "I know that you don’t do God much but it‘s a way for me to save what’s left of my soul. If I keep hunting… Sooner or later, it’ll destroy me. Please, try to understand?"
Dean swallows painfully, remembering vividly the moment he walked into their motel room and found Sam with a gun pressed to his temple, finger on the trigger. As much as it hurts letting Sam go, it would hurt much more to bury him next to Mom and Dad.
"Okay, Sammy. Okay."
---
3. The one where Dean is the priest...
"He doesn’t remember anything?" Sam asks.
Bobby shakes his head. "No. But I’ve never seen him so happy."
Sam remembers his friend’s words as he knocks on the door of the vicarage. His heart is beating wild and his palms are sweaty. Sam has been looking for his brother for so long…
And then the door opens and Dean is standing there, black garb, white collar and all and he greets Sam with the most beautiful, the most serene smile that Sam has ever seen. "Yes?"
"Father Michael?" Sam offers his hand and grins. "Hi, I’m Sam Winchester, the new volunteer…"
---
4. The one where one of the Winchester brothers is the priest...
Every Sunday, Mary and her family sit in the pew that’s closest to the altar, to her son as he preaches God’s word in his deep, resonating voice. She’s so proud of him…
But she still remembers what he looked like, battered, bruised and broken, the victim of a brutal assault that left him raw and wary of everyone except for his brother, the only person whose touch he allowed, even welcomed.
She’s still not sure if he chose this profession for the right reasons, but when he smiles at her, happy and content, it doesn’t really matter after all.
---
5. Another one where Sam is the priest...
Sam’s chant finally comes to its destructive conclusion. The demon cries out, exploding in a bright flash and showering the brothers with disgusting blobs of demonic gore.
Dean groans, then flops on his back. He‘s covered in otherworldly goo, all green and violet and sticky. "Great, your Latin is perfect but could you maybe learn to chant faster?" he says, spitting out something – he really doesn’t want to know what – on the grime-crusted floor.
"Bite me," Sam grumbles, wiping away a sleazy demonic lump from his Bible.
Dean huffs a laugh. "Language, Father Samuel, language. God’s watching."
"Jerk!"
"Bitch."
The End
Author:
katikatDisclaimer: These characters belong to the CW and Eric Kripke
Genre: Gen, 5 AU drabbles
Words: 500
Characters: Sam, Dean, John, Mary
Warning: Angst, AU
Notes: This story is beta'ed by my lovely Tai! Thank you, dearest :)
Notes2: These drabbles are not interconnected.
1. The one where John is the priest...
"Dean…" John whispers.
"No!" Dean yells. "You left us! We were kids - Sam wasn’t even two! And you just dropped us off at some uncle’s house and then you ran off to search for your… God," he spits out, eyeing John Winchester’s black garb and white collar with distaste bordering on hate.
John reaches out, desperate. "Dean, please, let me…"
Dean steps back. "What? Make it up to us?" His voice grows cold. "We don’t need you, Father John. Not anymore. Get out and never bother us again!"
The door slams shut with a finality that breaks the older man’s heart.
---
2. The one where Sam is the priest...
"Are you sure about this, Sammy?" Dean asks, frowning. "Priesthood?"
Sam smiles slightly. "I know that you don’t do God much but it‘s a way for me to save what’s left of my soul. If I keep hunting… Sooner or later, it’ll destroy me. Please, try to understand?"
Dean swallows painfully, remembering vividly the moment he walked into their motel room and found Sam with a gun pressed to his temple, finger on the trigger. As much as it hurts letting Sam go, it would hurt much more to bury him next to Mom and Dad.
"Okay, Sammy. Okay."
---
3. The one where Dean is the priest...
"He doesn’t remember anything?" Sam asks.
Bobby shakes his head. "No. But I’ve never seen him so happy."
Sam remembers his friend’s words as he knocks on the door of the vicarage. His heart is beating wild and his palms are sweaty. Sam has been looking for his brother for so long…
And then the door opens and Dean is standing there, black garb, white collar and all and he greets Sam with the most beautiful, the most serene smile that Sam has ever seen. "Yes?"
"Father Michael?" Sam offers his hand and grins. "Hi, I’m Sam Winchester, the new volunteer…"
---
4. The one where one of the Winchester brothers is the priest...
Every Sunday, Mary and her family sit in the pew that’s closest to the altar, to her son as he preaches God’s word in his deep, resonating voice. She’s so proud of him…
But she still remembers what he looked like, battered, bruised and broken, the victim of a brutal assault that left him raw and wary of everyone except for his brother, the only person whose touch he allowed, even welcomed.
She’s still not sure if he chose this profession for the right reasons, but when he smiles at her, happy and content, it doesn’t really matter after all.
---
5. Another one where Sam is the priest...
Sam’s chant finally comes to its destructive conclusion. The demon cries out, exploding in a bright flash and showering the brothers with disgusting blobs of demonic gore.
Dean groans, then flops on his back. He‘s covered in otherworldly goo, all green and violet and sticky. "Great, your Latin is perfect but could you maybe learn to chant faster?" he says, spitting out something – he really doesn’t want to know what – on the grime-crusted floor.
"Bite me," Sam grumbles, wiping away a sleazy demonic lump from his Bible.
Dean huffs a laugh. "Language, Father Samuel, language. God’s watching."
"Jerk!"
"Bitch."
The End
